Love Not Often, But Forever.

All Those Moments, Those Memories. Everything That We Are, Compressed In Just Two Or Three Kilos Of Paper — The Weight Of A Human Heart.

If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride.

Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There Is

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult For A Modern Reader To Get Their Head Around.